“Is she dead?” Ashley asked impatiently.
Michael let out a quiet chuckle.
“For fifty million dollars… she better be.”
That was when I understood the truth. This wasn’t an accident. It wasn’t rage.
It was planned.
The hiking trip. The isolated mountain. The massive life insurance policy. Even my pregnancy had been factored in—because the payout would be higher if both I and the baby died.
Ashley shivered. “Let’s go back. I’m freezing.”